Chapter 2085 Death Factory (V)

The thin and small Ivan stood in the cold and snowy ground, like a straw in the wind, as if he would be blown down at any time. The long-lasting life in the concentration camp had already tortured his body beyond recognition.

According to the standards of ordinary people, it might be a miracle for him to stand here without falling, not to mention that Ivan could still speak calmly and clearly.

"You did it? Oh, very good"

Obviously, the black dog was a little surprised after hearing what Ivan said, but he quickly covered up the slight displeasure on his face, followed by a weird and cold smile that was even worse than before.

"Now, tell me your motive for committing the crime. Why did you steal food from the kitchen? What drove you to do this? Were you instructed by someone? Were you forced by someone? Or was there something else going on? Just tell me, I will make the decision for you and arrest and punish the person who really forced you to do this."

""

This bastard who is good at playing with people's hearts, digging out the darkest side of people's hearts, playing with them repeatedly, and then magnifying them for people to see, is still as disgusting as usual this time, and his ability to talk nonsense seriously has not changed at all.

"Fascist idiot with shit in his head! No one instructed me, I did it! Everyone does their own thing, you can do whatever you want, I'm waiting.

""

Few people can make the black dog flash with surprise and displeasure twice in less than half a minute, but little Ivan did it.

"Very good, very good! That's very good! ”

I had never paid much attention to this group of few remaining Russian prisoners of war. There was actually such a daring and reckless person who dared to disobey me so repeatedly. Even after I gave him a hint, he still didn't do what I said. He was determined to destroy my "game plan".

This hateful black dog had long been tired of killing people at will. It was no longer fun for him to kill people without reason and without a plan. It was most interesting to kill people after dissecting the darkest and most negative things in people's hearts. The expression at the moment of death was so perfect that the black dog couldn't stop and couldn't refuse.

Now, since the original game couldn't be played, the plan was completely disrupted by two consecutive unexpected situations.

The black dog, who had an idea, raised his mouth again. He had thought of a more wonderful killing game, and he must play it well this time.

"You are very honest. I thought you would quibble or frame someone. I wonder, what made you admit your crime so straightforwardly? "

Little Ivan sneered in the cold wind. This black dog never did anything new. It was always the same old things over and over again. It was really hard to do anything new with an old dog.

"Where did the food come from? You know better than me, you pig! Since you don't plan to let me or any of us go, someone has to die. Why can't that person be me? Think about it with your pig brain, if you can really understand it. "

Little Ivan was a man who had studied and attended a tank school, and had a high level of education. It was effortless for him to communicate with this two-legged self-propelled bastard in his native language.

The black dog was no longer surprised to hear this. He could probably guess what the Russian prisoner in front of him was thinking.

There are always people who are willing to sacrifice themselves and lose their lives to save everyone, but it is precisely this kind of feeling, trust and entrustment between these Russian guys who are called "comrades" that has made the black dog, who sneered at this, feel very unhappy and disdainful from beginning to end.

"So you know how I will punish you?"

The black dog no longer beats around the bush, and directly shortens the words to the final result. Little Ivan, who sneered again, just replied sarcastically.

"It's no less than what I know about how I want to kill you, a Nazi pig. You'd better kill me today, otherwise I will stuff your head into the ass of other fascists one day to use as a cushion. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see. "

From the moment the black dog distorted the facts and blurted out the truth, Little Ivan knew that what seemed like a good thing last night was actually a conspiracy. He could only blame himself for not thinking about everything and underestimating the insidiousness of the Germans, so he fell into the trap and brought trouble to his comrades this morning.

He should bear the consequences of his own actions. Since someone must die at the hands of this fascist devil today, Little Ivan felt that as the initiator, he was undoubtedly the most suitable person. He could not let innocent comrades be implicated and lose their lives. This was completely inconsistent with his life creed and ran counter to it.

After hearing what Little Ivan said, the black dog, who was not angry but happy, was like a crazy and twisted freak. He quickly approached Little Ivan with a face full of uncertainties and sneers.

"Aren't you afraid of death? Russians"

Little Ivan, who had already realized something, just sneered again, and spoke again without changing his expression at the distance where they could feel each other's breath, and said the same words again.

"If you don't let me die before you, I will let you die before me as quickly as possible. You decide, fascist pig."

""

The black dog didn't say anything else, his facial expression was as cold as ever, but he put away his sneer.

He turned around slowly without making any comment, raised his right hand wearing a black leather glove to his chest and clenched his fist gently. A sensible SS guard immediately handed him a black long stick as thick as a grenade handle.

"Honest people should be rewarded, and I decided to satisfy your wish, but it has to be done step by step, bit by bit, first of all -"

Swish -

Snap -

"Ugh!!!"

The black stick swung violently, making a whistling sound, and after it hit the person hard, a muffled groan followed by a fall to the ground.

The heavy black long stick must be at least as long as the Japanese samurai sword, but the material used to make it is indeed hard rubber with a high hardness, but not to the point of having no deformation elasticity at all, similar to the rubber ring material stuffed into the tank road wheels.

All the Red Army prisoners of war, including Roskov, recognized this thing, or they had all been beaten by it.

This is the black dog's exclusive equipment for beating people. Only he can use it and no one else can.

As for the feeling of being hit, you can probably imagine it from the material, thickness and overall weight of this thing. This is far from being comparable to hitting people with an ordinary wooden stick. The damage and pain are far superior to it. There are many captives who were beaten to death by this black dog with this thing, their brains burst.